Log:One Man's Junk Another's Treasure

The misfits of Shadowport explore their new base.

OOC Date: June 15, 2020
Location: Ord Mantell
Participants: The Shadowport, Eriu Jynx as GM, Zhu Yan, Liz'diot, Netep Muri

Supplies have been brought in - not by any of the misfits that belong to the Shadowport but htose EJ has hired to make sure the place can be fixed up and used effectively as a home away from home or maybe just home for some of them. Its not exactly practical but its cheap and well - cheap is good.

EJ leads the small retinue into the massive hull and makes a motion about the base, her voice echoing in the very dim lighting. "See! ITS PERFECT! Right there will be the lounge, over there will be Liz' work room and for Muri's plants...I suppose."

She supposes.

"The turbolift will be operable fully in not too long. First thing that is being worked on." she admits and then rolls her shoulders, giving a look about.

"So then." She remarks and places her hands on her hips as she turns to face them all. "What do you think?" She looks all together pleased with herself.

[Liz'diot] "PLANTS! PLLLANTSSS!" Comes the acrid voice of Liz'diot THE OMNISCIENT! "I do not associate with lesser barely third dimensional beings. This is poppycock, you poopy booby head. YAN!" His google covered bulbous black eyes seach from Yan as he sits in his hover chair complete with spoiler and neon runners. "Tell your painted whore that I don't work with PLANTS... especially ones that arn't even scentient!" He's flanked by his old body guard, the Hunter drone, and a new aquisition, a B1 unit who now holds the A280.

Liz'diot is suddenly distracted, "Ooooh! A colorful feather... GIMMIE!" he starts to hover towards it, his B1 saluting and giving the tell tale, "Roger roger!"

[Zhu Yan] "Uh huh. How can you see anything? It's gloomy enough that even I'm having trouble!" That was the ever-mirthful and pleasant Zhu Yan, King of the Shadowport, Lord Of All He Surveys, whinging as is his due. He'd opened his mouth again and a sort of gurgling choking sound emerged as his next comment was cut off by Liz'diot, the Jester, the... thing that could blow them all up and the planet they stood on.

Sithbith.

"Liz'diot!" he erupted, turning, wide-eyed to the wide-eyed stroppy Bith in not-even-concealed anger. "You call her a painted whore again and I will rig up your hoverchair in the middle of the night to float upside down when you sit in it, give it exactly two point six three seconds of input lag, and hook up the speakers to play Commenorian musicals at MAXIMUM volume for ETERNITY!" u wot m8. "So sit the frack down, shut the frack up, and say sorry to the nice lady that's building you a workshop you miserable cretin!"

[Eriu Jynx] "SCUSE ME?!" EJ begins on a tirade over what Liz says, her breath huffing out as she growls and looks ready to want to turn his hover chair over and spill him to the ground. But there is Yan and she smirks a bit, giving him a smile and nod. APPROVAL! She glances then at Liz and might just have stuck her tongue out.

"Its fine. I have an idea what it looks like and I was assured they cleaned out most everything. Its costing me enough you should be grateful!" She adds on to what Yan says as ehr arms cross in front of her and she notes the tie on her shoe. Just enough light to see its undone and she bends over JUST in time.

There is a screech that sails right over EJ's head and she blinks, lost in what just happened because she Hapans to be blind.

The flutterplume soars back the way it came from, circling as a second comes out of the dim lighting to slam into Liz' hover chair, sending it rocking. The sound of it might just be enough to drive the birds a bit mad. Those talons look sharp and the shoulder of EJ's jacket is already torn. "KRIFF..DREK! FRELL!"

[Liz'diot] "You must have a large male reproductive organ in order to keep someone liek that you ugly ape man!" Liz scoffs back, turning his head around to look at Yan. That's when the flutterplum comes in. "Uht oh..." Sounds the B1 as the animal strikes his Hover chair, sending him along with it flying into a durocrete wall. It's a loud thud. A wet thud, indicating something on the bith got really realyl hurt and smashed in. There is no motion and no sight of the dimunitive alien. Hutner Springs to action, leaping into a Melee with one of the beasts and striking at it. The B1 raises his A280 and takes a shot... it misses. "Ah... HELP!?" It asks its sentiant counterparts, that old clone wars personality programing working hard.

[Zhu Yan] "Ugly?!" Yan cried out, and this may well have distracted him from the job he really needed to be doing right now, which was to murder the bird... er. There was a rhyme there but Yan was probably also too focused on how he'd just been called ugly. That being said, years of drilling and practice at murdering people under tables meant that the Bryar was already out of its holster and creating new scorch marks in the ceiling as he fired from the hip, fanning the archaic hammer on the weapon with his cyber hand. Stylish? Yes. Effective? No. Good work, Yan.

[Eriu Jynx] EJ might actually LAUGH at Liz for his comment also the subsequent slammingt of a bright bird creature in his face but she is too busy suddenly getting swooped at again. She gasps and screeches. "GET IT OFF! STARS SAKE GET IT OFF!" she drops low enough it flies harmlessly over her head sa her limbs flail. There is another screech somewhere deeper as if one has yet to make itself known but definitely has an idea where they are.

The flutterplumes drop a few more colorful feathers that almost seem to glow in the dark due to their neon like nature. "IS there a NEST?!" she says, pushing herself back up as she can not keep track of them fully, just blurry colorful shapes shaded in the dark. She pulls out her gun but lets be honest, she doesn't hit.

[Liz'diot] Liz... still burried face planted and likely near death in his beat up and overturned hover chair. His droid however has started playing some really heavy rock music out of his butt speaker - an adition Liz put together - "DIE!!!!" It offers as it shoots one of the Flutterplumes with the A280. The hunter kicks and punches his way through the melee, but the flutterplume is on to his fast tricks.

[Zhu Yan] POWPOW. Another doubletap from the Bryar. Yan didn't account for the change of course when he sent the first bolt through the flyer's wing, and the second one left another crater in the ceiling. "I'M SORRY WE'LL FIX IT LATER." He didn't sound sincere. There was a cough from the weapon and the power back fell out the side, and from within the deep pockets of his beloved gorgeous wonderful bomber jacket he withdrew another small magazine for the blaster and plugged it in. "Didn't we fumigate?!" he cried out in EJ's direction. "I swear we fumigated!"

[Netep Muri] It's not often when Muri's the quietest thing around, but...

The approaching whine-turned-roar of her Nightfalcon + music blasting has got nuthin on the absolute chaos she'll soon find herself riding into. If she could hear it before she saw it, she might've turned around. Buuuut she doesn't, on account of that music and her own voice chanting along to self inside helmet.

Muri and her treasures heaped on the back end come to a sloooooooow purrrrrrrrrring idle speed just in through the hold entry where she ceases to serenade herself in favor of staring, stupefied, with a squint. Was that blasterfire? Mmm...one hand reaches aside to kill the tunes for an unadulterated listen. Yup. Chaos confirmed. Her other hand slides back to loosen the guard on her holster and sliiide her pistol out into a halfway ready position, angled down at her side. Fortunately, it's an corvette hold - she's got room to manuever - so stays on the speeder bike for now.

"HELLO???" a courtesy call ahead.

[Eriu Jynx] Liz is on the floor, his droids smacking and firing anything that moves - well anything bird like that moves. Or so they will continue to hope. EJ has her blaster out in hopes of hitting something but her vision is shit and so she just swings her Bryar about at movement, her hand shaking as she hisses through her teeth and the birds dive again. One eats a blaster to the beak from B1 and hits the ground in a smoldering wreck not all that far from Eriu which leaves her kicking at it to make sure its dead.

The other two zero in and Yan gets talons in his direction but oddly enough..he manages to get out of the way. The poor unexpecting Muri cries out and that is her problem. She makes herself a target and one of the violently beautiful flutterplumes screams in her direction, screeching in a not so pretty way.

[Liz'diot] Liz's droids where... doing their best fighting. They were fighting to avenge their horrible and abusive master. For all anyone knew poor Liz was dead... which in and of its self was not such a bad thing. Certainly the Galaxy would be a better place without him. Perhaps it was good that his droids were not sentiant enough to realize how bad they had it, to realize if they were going to gain freedom now was the time.

A loud and gassious fart from the overtuned and mangled hoverchair indicated that the Bith yet still lived shortly followed by a pained groan that sounded like, "Phewie..."

[Zhu Yan] This time, Yan paid attention. Following the rainbow flight in the gloom, his eyes focused, his gaze narrowed, his Bryar was raised, and his aim was true. The first birdy bird got a matching hole in its other wing and fluttered to its demise. Turning his head, he looked for and then immediately found the second one bearing down on him. "Right," he grunted. With the agility of a less-fat man he pulled his head out of the way and the Bryar put a matching hole through its wing. They were the biggest targets, after all.

[Netep Muri] "Ooooh..." Muri says in an enlightened but not exactly grateful about it kind of way. "No. Nonono..." Muri's not a bird person. She's a plant person. And a frog person but, well, we all know how that turned out.

"WHO DIED??!" She's assumed there was a rotting corpse nearish enough to have attracted these overgrown, exquisitely aesthetically pleasing buzzards. Maybe it was that moldy readymeal she unearther a few junk mountains back. Rather than stick around to ponder the reasons WHY this Mantellian misery is screeching a battlecry from a worrisomely shortening distance, Muri throws the bike into reverse half a beat too late to maintain said distance. The little rider flinches right, bearing weight into the foot pedal and narrowly evades that heavy SWOOSH that rakes the outermost paint layer of her helmet. The bike, meanwhile, executes a somehow successful donut about-face under panicked guidance of 1 hand and two feet. She is one with the bike and the bike is one with her, even if it bucks some odds'n'ends she'd become spontaneously enamored with ten minutes ago off the back in the process. Muri's left arm goes straight up, firing a single shot in defense/offense/nofense.

By the luck of someone's other than her own, the flutterplume is short a few plumes now and Muri finds herself kicking the bike in the opposite whirly to avoid the FWOOMP of its flappy body hitting deck plating. She hastily fweeeeees the Nightfalcon forward a few meters to clear its ankle-biting range while it's hop-floppin about all lost and whatever.

"What.." Muri pulls the helmet off. "kind of barvy nerfshite you people stirrin UP in here??!"

[Liz'diot] The B1 Droid takes quick tactical advantage of the Flutterplume taking to ground after Muri's shot. "EXTERMINATE! AHAHAHAH" The A280 lets out a loud report and blasts the poor creature into a crisp burnt death. "Target neutrilized, sir." The B1 turns his head over his shoulder and gives a thumbs up to the crippled Bith still trapped in his hover chair wreck.

"Good you Boob, NO RELEASE ME FROM THIS INFERNAL DUNGEON!"

"Roger Roger!"

[Eriu Jynx] Eriu hears the flop of the third flutterplume near her and shoots. The thing is already dead but a good five shots hit its body and the ground around it at random - good for everyone else since she can not see a thing. Breathing heavily like she had just jogged up a mountain. Thanks to Yan, Droids and Muri, the plumage is all over the floor. The wind from outside creeps in bringing the junkyard smells with it and stirs loose beautiful feathers around.

The droid geta a look, Muri gets a look and then Jynx steps closer to Yan. "Can we leave him here?" No..no they can not. She glances down at Liz. "Gonna keep calling me a painted whore?" She is using this moment as a teaching moment. Maybe. Or just taking advantage. That works.

[Zhu Yan] The place stank of smoke and ozone from a bunch of blasters going off in a closed space. No one ever talks about the smoke. "He's gonna keep calling you a painted whore," Yan said, sounding resigned, as he looked down at the poor Bith who'd fallen off his wheelchair. "It's like, there's a sort of," he was wiggling his hands around now, "like, karmic backlash for talking sithspit. Problem is, he'd take the backlash, right, and turn it into some Super Caf Bean Lightning Field Propellant Device or something equally stupid. I've even tried letting natural selection take its course but they took one look at him and went 'Oy get me outta here!'." Yan ran his synthetic hand through his hair and winced as the joints caught on a few fibres. He would never get used to that. "That or it's terrified of him because he's got all the enthusiasm and none of the restraint of a mad bomber." Pause. "I ain't even gonna pick him up. He's got the /help/ for that."

[Netep Muri] Finally, the Nightfalcon's subdued little purr devolves into a dull whine and then silence. Muri slithers off its back and picks pantslegs back into a more comfortable position while scuffing a couple steps aimlessly through burnt feathers. "They got a nest in here?" she wonders aloud, grinning a bit at the couples' unapologetic apathy for Liz'diot's plight. Not that SHE'S making a motion to assist his droid with the reorientation of one gassy Bith, of course. It's fine. He's probably fine.

[Liz'diot] "I'm Concious you fools! I can hear you!" Liz shouts... from under a pool of blood. Is ear holes are leaking and the usual pusses and sores have opened up for a nice heavy flow. "Fetted..." He offers as the B1 finally frees him. hunter picks him up in his strong arms. (hawt). "You two insignificant sapient butt faced poo munching... DINGLEBERRIES." He lets out in a huff... Pointing a long and lanky finger towrads the medical bay he commands. "ONWARD..."

[Eriu Jynx] "Yes we know. Glad you can hear me because that's the intention. Unfortuante that you are still working properly." In so much as Liz can. EJ glances to Muri, "Well if they do...best to leave and let the hired hands take care of the rest. I will make note..I thought they were supposed to have cleared everything else but maybe all the movement earlier in the week drew them."

Then there is the Bith again and Yan and she blinks, a brow slowly rising. "If nothing else, he's creative..sometimes. Give credit where credit is do." Pause. "Should we tell him there is no one in the med bay yet..and that its not stocked. By the way I have not seen Kiaran..scary thing that she is."

"Oh MURI! There will be a place for your plants over there." Point into the darkness.

[Zhu Yan] "Nah, nah, don't tell him. I want to see the look on his face." If there was one thing that Yan could be counted on to do, it was to inappropriately take joy in someone else's misery. And then, because Yan's a dick that causes said misery so he can revel in it, he looked at where EJ was pointing and said, "EJ, that's the refresher."

It wasn't the refresher, but her eyes couldn't tell that, or so Yan assumed. Oh, the mileage he got out of Hapan night blindness.

[Netep Muri]

• Click*

A piercing ray of light aims to follow Eriu's pointing finger into that ambiguous patch of darkness. It's the same taclight Netep shot the bird with, just the less lethal, more useful portion! "Huh." Appraising? Disbelieving? Confused? Her flattened tone doesn't say, whilst wheels in the brain are turning. "Well.." the lightbeam waggles about that general area as she takes a few sauntering steps in that direction. "I've used worse."

The DL-18 angles in palm to illuminate a fist-sized hole in the floor. Drain? Maybe. She's not getting any closer right now to investigate. The lightbeam swoops upwardard to carve a slice from floor-wall-ceiling and head cranes back to study the potential of that overhead space. Sooooo very high above.

"Ormond's gonna have a lot of growing room."

[Eriu Jynx] "No..no it can not be..it.." AHHHH LIGHT! Yan's lies are diminished by the presence of light from Muri and the seering after image across EJ's vision does not help her AT ALL. Eriu holds her hand over her eyes as she tries to let it fade but that poor underdeveloped eyesight is just not having it.

Ormond.

"NOPE. Okay I am out. Nope...omg going to need to make that an incinerator in secret." Save its not a secret anymore as she spoke it aloud. "Keep that flesh eating plant far away from me." She lifts her hand enough to try to follow the light towards the exit but realizes too late that is Muri's light and has to u-turn to head in the right direction - Bryar still out for good reason.